I wonder if there comes a point at which we run out of uncharted waters and sail into the territory that used to be marked on maps as, 'Here be Dragons'? So far, even if we haven't sailed in the waters before, there's always been a sense that we'd be able to navigate our way through; even if there was no certainty as to where, exactly, we'd find ourselves afterwards.

I confess to an unhealthy preoccupation with health matters, fed by an equally unhealthy obsession with reading articles conveying dire warnings about how nearly everything I do and enjoy, or don’t do because I don’t enjoy it, is going to shorten my life.